Right Where You Left Me | s.r

11.

Once I pull into my drive away, I check my phone for any messages from Joe, my new boss. He sends me my work schedule.

Okay yes, this was very sudden and very impulsive but you only live once, right?

I grab my bag off the passenger seat and exit my car, fumbling with my keys, I unlock my door. I take off my jacket and shoes and throw my keys in the bowl. The sound of the floorboard creaking causes me to look up, "Holy fucking shit, you scared the shit out of me" 

"What the hell were you thinking quitting Y/n?"

I chuckle lightly, "Fuck off! You threw me under the bus by telling Hotch that I was having nightmares, so technically it's your fault" I push past him and into my kitchen, cracking open a bottle of tequila.

"You don't think he needed to know that? He immediately snaps back.

"No, because it wasn't any of his fucking business!" I shout, taking a big gulp from the bottle. Spencer walks over to me and snatched the bottle out of my hand causing some to spill on the ground.

"Hey, give that back!" I jump up trying to reach it.

"No! You shouldn't even be drinking in the first place"

This is ridiculous, chasing each other around a room, we were fighting like toddlers. 

As Spencer is walking backwards, he bumps into a table causing the bottle to slip out of his hands and onto the floor. The liquid spread all over the floor along with sharp pieces of glass.

"Nice one!" I run into the kitchen and grab a rag to clean up the mess.

We both bend down at the same time, making us bump heads, I look up at him slowly, only to find him staring back at me.

There was a palpable sense of tension in the air, and I felt like I was suffocating. Our hot breaths fanning each other's faces and forming a layer of heat between us, we were so close. Spencer was blinking slowly and looking down at my lips.

With his free hand, he slowly reached up and cupped one side of my face. His hand was warm, it gave me a rush of adrenaline. I leaned into it as he stroked his thumb across my skin.

Before I knew it, I was leaning in, my lips parting slightly and letting out a soft breath against his lips. Centimeters away from his lips.

I suddenly pull away, clearing my throat, "I should clean this up" I say avoiding eye contact with him.

"Um yeah, I should pack up my belongings" he walks away awkwardly.

"Here let me help you" I step over the glass.

"No it's fine" he rushes upstairs and goes into the guest bedroom where he'd been staying.

What the fuck did I do? I almost kissed Spencer and I almost liked it. Oh my god.

A few minutes later, he comes back downstairs with two bags, "I'm going to go now" he said as he closed the door behind him.

"Okay have fun, drive safe!" I did not just say that.

'Have fun, drive safe?' what the fuck is wrong with me. He probably thinks I'm insane now. I wouldn't blame him if he did.

I plop down on my couch and let out a frustrated groan. I feel something poking at my back, it was Spencer's book. I tossed it on the opposite side of the couch, figuring I'd just drop by his place tomorrow.

I should've just kissed him right? No, that would've made the situation worse because what do you do after you kiss someone? Have sex?

Hm, sex with Spencer Reid, that doesn't sound so bad, actually-

NO! Stop that, I cannot be thinking about sex, especially not with Spencer. Does Spencer even have sex? Considering it contains bodily fluids flying around and he is a germaphobe.

I spend the rest of the night running possible scenarios through my head as to what could've happened if I just kissed him.